(Eddie would have been frazzled by the different memory. The same way he still didn't know how to look at some of his own memories, or his own feelings. All that had been coming up to the surface lately, and it's been a lot to deal with. Everything has been a lot to deal with.
And truth be told, even despite everything, Eddie was grateful that Beverly was here. Each one of his friends felt like a different layer of armor to be wrapped around him.)
I'll show you. There's a workshop here. It isn't too hard, honestly. (Eddie was good with this sort of thing though. But he also knew Beverly was capable, and a bit of preconceived notions of women had begun to die out as he met more and more incredible ones here on the station.
There isn't too much of an option for lightness right now. There will be though, and Eddie had to have that calm faith in them all. Eddie would understand her though. He had been lonely too, Richie probably the most if only because it was Richie, and Bill, and Stan. It was miserable. He only felt bad in a different way for Beverly because she really did miss it all.)
I know. I know you wouldn't. (He means it too. Eddie blushes a little, but he smiles, because all the Losers had told each other they loved each other over that. He shouldn't have anticipated any differently from Beverly.)
I love you too, Bev. (A lot, he realizes.) We're all trying. It's a little weird with all of us. Like- there was- it was...Eugh. I'll explain it better some time, but a lot happened in those visions. It isn't so simple as saying like, oh it sucked because you all left me behind. I mean. I died just like Georgie, Bev. My arm was ripped off.
(He is pretty sure he doesn't need to explain to Bev the kind of impact that probably had on Bill.)
And Richie- he was trying to get me out. I was trying to tell him something before I died, and-. There's just... A lot that happened. And then there's the other visions we saw..(Richie's being alone, Eddie's wife, Bill's cheating. Stan's suicide. He wants it to be clear to her that...it wasn't just one thing. It wasn't simple. They were all going through a lot.)
We need each other now more than ever. So uh. Richie...He made us do a new blood oath. (Eddie removes from his pocket a small butterfly knife.) I was...wondering if you'd want to make it with me?
I'd really like that, [She says earnestly. Eddie found something he was good at and that he liked and she was happy to learn from him.
Beverly looks down- she knows exactly what sort of effect that had to have had on Bill. Gosh, no wonder he hadn't been around lately. She couldn't blame him in the least, even if she wanted to. Even if she did sometimes.]
Other visions? [She hadn't heard about Richie or Stan or even Bill's future.] Tell me, so I don't do something stupid. [Say something careless, or do one thing and wind up setting one of her friends off for no good reason.
Bev looks down at the knife- the scar on her palm had closed, but it was still scabbed over.] Yes. [She doesn't hesitate, eager to put the nail in the coffin of this particular trial. She wanted to be their friend again. Fully their friend.
She was never too great at walking on egg shells.]
(It was set then. He'd teach her. It would be fun, even, to have something for just the two of them to do. Eddie had something special with the other boys, after all, so it was good to have that with Bev too.)
Yeah. I don't think there's anything you can do that's too stupid. We don't know each other in the future, after all. (All their mistakes were their own.
Which wasn't fully true. He knows about Bill and what he does with Beverly when they meet up again- despite Bill being married. Eddie can't say that though. It would be wrong to Bill, and in a weird way, to Beverly. That was something Bill had to talk with Beverly about when he was ready to.)
It's okay. Just understand that not everything's gonna be personal. (Some things, obviously, but he feels like it's better to just leave things generalized for right now.
Eddie opens his own palms, and there's fresh cut across one palm. He picks up the knife and gently takes Bev's hand and cuts a straight line across it. He's rather professional about this, not dragging the blade with a skipping falter a bit like Bill had. There's something medically precise. Not too deep, but deep enough, and straight across. He slashes the opposite way of Bev's original scar so he only has to hit it briefly. He watches her hand open up, watches the red come out, and then turns the knife over to cut across his other palm, grinding his teeth together through the process. He lets out a breath, curling his fingers absently, before he sets the knife aside and grabs Bev's hands. Only it isn't straight across. He has to cross his arms over one another to grab Bev's hands with his opposites and he makes her do the same. In a weird sort of way, they wind up forming a bit of an infinity symbol between their arms. It somehow fits.)
Okay. We leave no Losers behind. We stick together. We're a family. We're gonna prevent all those futures we saw. We're not gonna let any of us die. I promise. (He looks up at her expectantly.)
[Wow, it's like everyone thinks Beverly just really freaking sucks in the future.
Wait till they all find out about where Ben plays into it.]
Okay- thanks for telling me, Eddie. [She nods, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her red hair was getting shaggy as it grew out of it's pixie cut.
She holds out her hand to him, hardly flinching when he ran over her palm- she'd learned to take most of her licks silently. He's good with a blade, she can't help but notice. Maybe he'll grow up and be a doctor. He'd make a damn good one.
She moves to take his hand, only to pause as she figures out which way to put what arm. Honestly, it's a bit silly, the dance, before their arms and hands settle at last.
Beverly listens carefullly to every word Eddie says, committing it to memory. When it's her turn, she nods, and squeezes his hands.] We leave no Loser behind. We stick together. We're a family. We're gonna prevent all those futures you saw. We're not gonna let any of us die. I promise.
[There's magic in the promise, in the way they hold hands. Personal magic, or something shiner like the magic they'd found here on the station. It didn't matter. What mattered was she could feel it.
(Truthfully, everyone thought everyone sucked in the future in different ways. None of the Losers got off scotch free with this one. After all, Eddie turned into a basket case who essentially married his own mother.
Thankfully for the time being, there were no more future visions to be seen. Eddie had avoided the Ingress since everything had happened though.
That wasn't so far off from his timid aspirations currently. But Beverly would come to learn that soon enough. They were all changing here. In good ways, even though it seemed not so good at the time.
It is a little silly, but Eddie's never done this with just one person and it somehow felt dumb to just do it normally. When Beverly repeats his words, Eddie smiles at her rather broadly, squeezing her hands tightly with his own. It stung a little, the cut, but it was the kind of sting that made Eddie think that the magic was working. He could feel it too, just the same way he'd felt the other promises he had made. He lets go of her hands a second later and frowns down at both their palms.)
We gotta sanitize this.
(At least they got better about that part? Eddie even came prepared with some iodine and bandages. He holds out his good hand to Beverly.)
[There's something so incredibly purely Eddie in that moment as he brings them both back to reality. She can't help but screw up her nose a little and laugh, not at him, but at the whole situation.]
Yeah- that'd be good.
[She places her bad hand in his, cut up so that he can clean and bandage the fresh wound. She'll watch him work carefully, peering over the top of his head to better see what he was doing.]
(Eddie has long since learned the difference between being laughed at, and being laughed with, that he doesn't feel paranoid that she was laughing at him. He doesn't know why she's laughing, but it gets him smiling all the same.
He's very careful with Bev. Not just because careful was his nature of being, but because she was a dear friend and he was careful with all of them. He pours the iodine out over her cut and gently dabs at it with a clean cloth. Once it's dried up, he rubs an ointment over it to prevent infection even further. Next comes a non-stick gauze, and around that, he wraps the whole thing very securely.)
Let me know when you need that changed. I have this place stocked up on medical supplies.
(Shocking literally no one. He does his hand up with the familiarity of a boy who has done this to himself a whole lot. It's a little awkward one handed, but he seems in control well enough. Once his hand is secure, he stares at it, and then up at Bev.)
I need to tell you something that I realized. That I think gives us all a lot of hope. Cause it's not just me having some dumb kid faith in my friends about the future. There's something really wrong about all our futures. I feel like there's a lot more there than we originally thought.
[She laughs because it's perfect. It's so Eddie Kaspbrak and god damn if she didn't miss him. It was good to have him back.]
Why am I not surprised? [Beverly smirks and takes her hand back.] I have a feeling you'll chase me down if I don't.
[Beverly leans forward, eager to hear what Eddie has to say. His words are enough to stir something inside of her, and she closes her eyes, shaking her head. She can barely remember what she saw, all of them, older. There was something else there when she saw her older self. The fading bruises she'd seen and felt. The sort that you only get one way.
She swallows, opens her eyes, and looks up at Eddie.]
Because you know I'm the only reason any of us will make it out of this station without suffering weird space versions of tetanus. (Eddie grins back at her, looking a little proud of himself. If the banter didn't go to show Bev that things really were better between them, well.)
Oh, trust me. I will.
(There were far more important things to discuss though. Eddie considers her question very carefully. Not so much that he has to think about its answer, because he knows it, but rather that he has to figure out the best way of putting it.)
It feels like somehow It managed to embody our fears and make them manifest in our futures. Like It knew the best how to weaken us all. (Stan kills himself, for Christ's sake. If that wasn't It trying to break apart the lucky seven...)
I think It knew we could beat it a second time if we remained friends. Could you imagine? Our relationships would have been...
(Completely different if they hadn't forgotten each other. Eddie feels oddly shy saying as much, his face going a little pink, and he can't for the life of him figure out why, and he's trying to ignore the face that comes to mind for his own lost future. He sits up a little straighter, looking away from Bev like she might be able to see into him.)
They would have been so solid. They are now, but if we'd kept knowing each other for years after, only getting closer...And if we all had come to be our very best. It would have never stood a chance. But that's not what happened. I think Its magic made us not only forget about each other, but somehow wind up on paths that lead to us being at our weakest, most vulnerable states.
I mean, okay. It doesn't feel right to talk about everyone else's future- but for me, I wind up thinking I'm way sicker than I ever was as a kid-. And I marry this woman who's just like my mom in every way. I'm this weak, useless....(Miserable man.)
It's true! [It feels so good to be back to what she had always been with Eddie. Maybe they were even closer now, only time will tell.
She's silent as Eddie explains. Honestly, it makes sense. It had been able to influence those around it- Henry Bowers, none of the adults caring... It had managed to infect every little bit of Derry and those inside it. It made sense that those things would fester and grow.
Hearing Eddie's interpretation of his life, she frowns, reaching her good hand out to squeeze his. He needed comfort.] You think that's true? [She gets how he knows these things from just a memory, just a vision. She had the same instinct.]
When I saw us... when we all come back... Eddie, I remember I was with someone. Dating some guy and I was afraid of him. in the back of my head I knew it. I'm not afraid of my dad but this guy... He hurt me worse than my dad did. I could feel the bruises.
[Eddie was the only person she could tell this too. He got it, being trapped with a parent like she was.]
that... with your vision... Eddie it can't be a coincidence.
(Maybe they weren't closer right away, but it felt like they were at a different stage now. Like they were about to fall into a closer relationship, and Eddie was honestly glad for it.
Eddie squeezes her hand back, grateful in a way that sank all the way into his core. It's true. Beverly was the one Loser who understood what an awful parent was like. Richie's and Bill's parents were awful in different ways. Ways that Beverly and Eddie would never be able to understand. People always said being loved by a parent could only ever be a good thing, but Bev's daddy loved her in...a way Eddie didn't fully understand, but knew was insidious. Just like the way his mother loved him was controlling, like breaking a bird's wings daily just to keep it close.
So to know that she saw her own devastating future...His grip on her hand is white-knuckled.)
We would never let a man treat you like that again, Bev. None of us. (Eddie swears on it. He might not be strong, but he knew people who were. And he likes to think the Losers had good judgement. If Bev met a boy here, they would all put him through the wringer.)
No, I don't think it's a coincidence. I really do think it's It influencing us. There's just no way. Our lives don't have coincidences, after all. I mean, doesn't it kinda feel like it makes sense- like the seven of us are meant to be together?
(Like that one time that one boy from Bill's stuttering class had tried being in their friend group. The kid wasn't bad, but he just....Didn't fit.)
[There was a good sort of love, the sort that let you blossom and grow. The sort the Losers had for each other. Then there was the toxic love that both Sonia and Alvin had for their children. The kind of love that was so twisted that it became wrong and dangerous.
At least here the children were free from that toxic love.
She squeezes Eddie's hand back, leaning over to rest her head against Eddie's shoulder. He was the first person she'd told- understandably.] Thank you. That means so much- I'm never going to let someone treat me like that again.
[She shivers. She hadn't told the Losers what had happened in her apartment to allow Pennywise to take her, that had shook her so deeply that she was able to be taken by surprise.
She considers this, and again, nods.] Everything all adds up for us. [They all had shitty lives, were bullied and picked on. But they all fit together so perfectly, like a weird puzzle. They were supposed to be together.] I like it so much better when we're all together.
(Eddie didn't just want to save himself from that awful future. He wanted to save them all.
When her head comes to rest on his shoulder, Eddie's almost taken aback by the gesture. But it makes sense considering what they were talking about. He makes a mental note that Beverly is okay to touch like this. He relaxes and rests his cheek against Bev's head, and after a moment, turns to give her a kiss on top of her head.)
Good. You deserve way more than that.
(They all did. They all deserved more than horrible clowns, horrible parents, and a horrible town.)
Yeah. (Sometimes he felt the 'Lucky Seven' thing was a little ironic. None of them were very lucky. But maybe all their luck went to their friendship, and he thought maybe that'd be worth it. He realizes he'd suffer a hundred times over if it meant having all these guys in his life.)
Me too. I hope...(The idea of Ben coming to the station unnerved him a little, but as he continues the sentence, he finds that he means it.)
I hope Mike and Ben show up here sooner than later too.
[Beverly blushes at his gentle kiss. He means no harm- like Richie, he's Safe, someone she can be more touchy with and not have to worry about how it may be construed. Because it's all just mutual.
She didn't have that with any of the others.
As if reading Eddie's mind, she speaks:] We all do. [So did Georgie and Eddie Cochoran, Betty Ripscom, they all deserved so much better than their terrible deaths.]
I do too. I miss them. I missed all of you. I just didn't remember it until I saw you all again.
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Date: 2018-01-06 05:11 pm (UTC)And truth be told, even despite everything, Eddie was grateful that Beverly was here. Each one of his friends felt like a different layer of armor to be wrapped around him.)
I'll show you. There's a workshop here. It isn't too hard, honestly. (Eddie was good with this sort of thing though. But he also knew Beverly was capable, and a bit of preconceived notions of women had begun to die out as he met more and more incredible ones here on the station.
There isn't too much of an option for lightness right now. There will be though, and Eddie had to have that calm faith in them all. Eddie would understand her though. He had been lonely too, Richie probably the most if only because it was Richie, and Bill, and Stan. It was miserable. He only felt bad in a different way for Beverly because she really did miss it all.)
I know. I know you wouldn't. (He means it too. Eddie blushes a little, but he smiles, because all the Losers had told each other they loved each other over that. He shouldn't have anticipated any differently from Beverly.)
I love you too, Bev. (A lot, he realizes.) We're all trying. It's a little weird with all of us. Like- there was- it was...Eugh. I'll explain it better some time, but a lot happened in those visions. It isn't so simple as saying like, oh it sucked because you all left me behind. I mean. I died just like Georgie, Bev. My arm was ripped off.
(He is pretty sure he doesn't need to explain to Bev the kind of impact that probably had on Bill.)
And Richie- he was trying to get me out. I was trying to tell him something before I died, and-. There's just... A lot that happened. And then there's the other visions we saw..(Richie's being alone, Eddie's wife, Bill's cheating. Stan's suicide. He wants it to be clear to her that...it wasn't just one thing. It wasn't simple. They were all going through a lot.)
We need each other now more than ever. So uh. Richie...He made us do a new blood oath. (Eddie removes from his pocket a small butterfly knife.) I was...wondering if you'd want to make it with me?
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Date: 2018-01-06 06:08 pm (UTC)Beverly looks down- she knows exactly what sort of effect that had to have had on Bill. Gosh, no wonder he hadn't been around lately. She couldn't blame him in the least, even if she wanted to. Even if she did sometimes.]
Other visions? [She hadn't heard about Richie or Stan or even Bill's future.] Tell me, so I don't do something stupid. [Say something careless, or do one thing and wind up setting one of her friends off for no good reason.
Bev looks down at the knife- the scar on her palm had closed, but it was still scabbed over.] Yes. [She doesn't hesitate, eager to put the nail in the coffin of this particular trial. She wanted to be their friend again. Fully their friend.
She was never too great at walking on egg shells.]
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Date: 2018-01-06 06:34 pm (UTC)Yeah. I don't think there's anything you can do that's too stupid. We don't know each other in the future, after all. (All their mistakes were their own.
Which wasn't fully true. He knows about Bill and what he does with Beverly when they meet up again- despite Bill being married. Eddie can't say that though. It would be wrong to Bill, and in a weird way, to Beverly. That was something Bill had to talk with Beverly about when he was ready to.)
It's okay. Just understand that not everything's gonna be personal. (Some things, obviously, but he feels like it's better to just leave things generalized for right now.
Eddie opens his own palms, and there's fresh cut across one palm. He picks up the knife and gently takes Bev's hand and cuts a straight line across it. He's rather professional about this, not dragging the blade with a skipping falter a bit like Bill had. There's something medically precise. Not too deep, but deep enough, and straight across. He slashes the opposite way of Bev's original scar so he only has to hit it briefly. He watches her hand open up, watches the red come out, and then turns the knife over to cut across his other palm, grinding his teeth together through the process. He lets out a breath, curling his fingers absently, before he sets the knife aside and grabs Bev's hands. Only it isn't straight across. He has to cross his arms over one another to grab Bev's hands with his opposites and he makes her do the same. In a weird sort of way, they wind up forming a bit of an infinity symbol between their arms. It somehow fits.)
Okay. We leave no Losers behind. We stick together. We're a family. We're gonna prevent all those futures we saw. We're not gonna let any of us die. I promise. (He looks up at her expectantly.)
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Date: 2018-01-07 05:21 am (UTC)Wait till they all find out about where Ben plays into it.]
Okay- thanks for telling me, Eddie. [She nods, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her red hair was getting shaggy as it grew out of it's pixie cut.
She holds out her hand to him, hardly flinching when he ran over her palm- she'd learned to take most of her licks silently. He's good with a blade, she can't help but notice. Maybe he'll grow up and be a doctor. He'd make a damn good one.
She moves to take his hand, only to pause as she figures out which way to put what arm. Honestly, it's a bit silly, the dance, before their arms and hands settle at last.
Beverly listens carefullly to every word Eddie says, committing it to memory. When it's her turn, she nods, and squeezes his hands.] We leave no Loser behind. We stick together. We're a family. We're gonna prevent all those futures you saw. We're not gonna let any of us die. I promise.
[There's magic in the promise, in the way they hold hands. Personal magic, or something shiner like the magic they'd found here on the station. It didn't matter. What mattered was she could feel it.
But man, they've got to stop making blood oaths.]
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Date: 2018-01-07 05:36 am (UTC)Thankfully for the time being, there were no more future visions to be seen. Eddie had avoided the Ingress since everything had happened though.
That wasn't so far off from his timid aspirations currently. But Beverly would come to learn that soon enough. They were all changing here. In good ways, even though it seemed not so good at the time.
It is a little silly, but Eddie's never done this with just one person and it somehow felt dumb to just do it normally. When Beverly repeats his words, Eddie smiles at her rather broadly, squeezing her hands tightly with his own. It stung a little, the cut, but it was the kind of sting that made Eddie think that the magic was working. He could feel it too, just the same way he'd felt the other promises he had made. He lets go of her hands a second later and frowns down at both their palms.)
We gotta sanitize this.
(At least they got better about that part? Eddie even came prepared with some iodine and bandages. He holds out his good hand to Beverly.)
Here. Give me yours.
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Date: 2018-01-07 05:42 am (UTC)Yeah- that'd be good.
[She places her bad hand in his, cut up so that he can clean and bandage the fresh wound. She'll watch him work carefully, peering over the top of his head to better see what he was doing.]
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Date: 2018-01-07 07:30 am (UTC)He's very careful with Bev. Not just because careful was his nature of being, but because she was a dear friend and he was careful with all of them. He pours the iodine out over her cut and gently dabs at it with a clean cloth. Once it's dried up, he rubs an ointment over it to prevent infection even further. Next comes a non-stick gauze, and around that, he wraps the whole thing very securely.)
Let me know when you need that changed. I have this place stocked up on medical supplies.
(Shocking literally no one. He does his hand up with the familiarity of a boy who has done this to himself a whole lot. It's a little awkward one handed, but he seems in control well enough. Once his hand is secure, he stares at it, and then up at Bev.)
I need to tell you something that I realized. That I think gives us all a lot of hope. Cause it's not just me having some dumb kid faith in my friends about the future. There's something really wrong about all our futures. I feel like there's a lot more there than we originally thought.
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Date: 2018-01-07 03:10 pm (UTC)Why am I not surprised? [Beverly smirks and takes her hand back.] I have a feeling you'll chase me down if I don't.
[Beverly leans forward, eager to hear what Eddie has to say. His words are enough to stir something inside of her, and she closes her eyes, shaking her head. She can barely remember what she saw, all of them, older. There was something else there when she saw her older self. The fading bruises she'd seen and felt. The sort that you only get one way.
She swallows, opens her eyes, and looks up at Eddie.]
Wrong? How....?
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Date: 2018-01-07 04:21 pm (UTC)Oh, trust me. I will.
(There were far more important things to discuss though. Eddie considers her question very carefully. Not so much that he has to think about its answer, because he knows it, but rather that he has to figure out the best way of putting it.)
It feels like somehow It managed to embody our fears and make them manifest in our futures. Like It knew the best how to weaken us all. (Stan kills himself, for Christ's sake. If that wasn't It trying to break apart the lucky seven...)
I think It knew we could beat it a second time if we remained friends. Could you imagine? Our relationships would have been...
(Completely different if they hadn't forgotten each other. Eddie feels oddly shy saying as much, his face going a little pink, and he can't for the life of him figure out why, and he's trying to ignore the face that comes to mind for his own lost future. He sits up a little straighter, looking away from Bev like she might be able to see into him.)
They would have been so solid. They are now, but if we'd kept knowing each other for years after, only getting closer...And if we all had come to be our very best. It would have never stood a chance. But that's not what happened. I think Its magic made us not only forget about each other, but somehow wind up on paths that lead to us being at our weakest, most vulnerable states.
I mean, okay. It doesn't feel right to talk about everyone else's future- but for me, I wind up thinking I'm way sicker than I ever was as a kid-. And I marry this woman who's just like my mom in every way. I'm this weak, useless....(Miserable man.)
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Date: 2018-01-07 07:41 pm (UTC)She's silent as Eddie explains. Honestly, it makes sense. It had been able to influence those around it- Henry Bowers, none of the adults caring... It had managed to infect every little bit of Derry and those inside it. It made sense that those things would fester and grow.
Hearing Eddie's interpretation of his life, she frowns, reaching her good hand out to squeeze his. He needed comfort.] You think that's true? [She gets how he knows these things from just a memory, just a vision. She had the same instinct.]
When I saw us... when we all come back... Eddie, I remember I was with someone. Dating some guy and I was afraid of him. in the back of my head I knew it. I'm not afraid of my dad but this guy... He hurt me worse than my dad did. I could feel the bruises.
[Eddie was the only person she could tell this too. He got it, being trapped with a parent like she was.]
that... with your vision... Eddie it can't be a coincidence.
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Date: 2018-01-08 06:49 am (UTC)Eddie squeezes her hand back, grateful in a way that sank all the way into his core. It's true. Beverly was the one Loser who understood what an awful parent was like. Richie's and Bill's parents were awful in different ways. Ways that Beverly and Eddie would never be able to understand. People always said being loved by a parent could only ever be a good thing, but Bev's daddy loved her in...a way Eddie didn't fully understand, but knew was insidious. Just like the way his mother loved him was controlling, like breaking a bird's wings daily just to keep it close.
So to know that she saw her own devastating future...His grip on her hand is white-knuckled.)
We would never let a man treat you like that again, Bev. None of us. (Eddie swears on it. He might not be strong, but he knew people who were. And he likes to think the Losers had good judgement. If Bev met a boy here, they would all put him through the wringer.)
No, I don't think it's a coincidence. I really do think it's It influencing us. There's just no way. Our lives don't have coincidences, after all. I mean, doesn't it kinda feel like it makes sense- like the seven of us are meant to be together?
(Like that one time that one boy from Bill's stuttering class had tried being in their friend group. The kid wasn't bad, but he just....Didn't fit.)
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Date: 2018-01-08 04:58 pm (UTC)At least here the children were free from that toxic love.
She squeezes Eddie's hand back, leaning over to rest her head against Eddie's shoulder. He was the first person she'd told- understandably.] Thank you. That means so much- I'm never going to let someone treat me like that again.
[She shivers. She hadn't told the Losers what had happened in her apartment to allow Pennywise to take her, that had shook her so deeply that she was able to be taken by surprise.
She considers this, and again, nods.] Everything all adds up for us. [They all had shitty lives, were bullied and picked on. But they all fit together so perfectly, like a weird puzzle. They were supposed to be together.] I like it so much better when we're all together.
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Date: 2018-01-08 10:53 pm (UTC)When her head comes to rest on his shoulder, Eddie's almost taken aback by the gesture. But it makes sense considering what they were talking about. He makes a mental note that Beverly is okay to touch like this. He relaxes and rests his cheek against Bev's head, and after a moment, turns to give her a kiss on top of her head.)
Good. You deserve way more than that.
(They all did. They all deserved more than horrible clowns, horrible parents, and a horrible town.)
Yeah. (Sometimes he felt the 'Lucky Seven' thing was a little ironic. None of them were very lucky. But maybe all their luck went to their friendship, and he thought maybe that'd be worth it. He realizes he'd suffer a hundred times over if it meant having all these guys in his life.)
Me too. I hope...(The idea of Ben coming to the station unnerved him a little, but as he continues the sentence, he finds that he means it.)
I hope Mike and Ben show up here sooner than later too.
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Date: 2018-01-09 04:01 pm (UTC)She didn't have that with any of the others.
As if reading Eddie's mind, she speaks:] We all do. [So did Georgie and Eddie Cochoran, Betty Ripscom, they all deserved so much better than their terrible deaths.]
I do too. I miss them. I missed all of you. I just didn't remember it until I saw you all again.